"Of course we shall pay
her, Clivy, when we can!" But in spite of what Clive had said he did not
appear to understand the fact that the debt to Mrs. Mackenzie was now
actually to be paid.
As we were talking, a knock came to the studio door, and that summons was
followed by the entrance of the maid, who said to Clive, "If you please,
sir, Mrs. Mackenzie says, how long are you a-going to keep the dinner
waiting?"
"Come, father, come to dinner!" cries Clive; "and, Pen, you will come
too, won't you?" he added; "it may be the last time you dine in such
pleasant company. Come along," he whispered hurriedly. "I should like you
to be there, it will keep her tongue quiet." As we proceeded to the
dining-room, I gave the Colonel my arm; and the good man prattled to me
something about Mrs. Mackenzie having taken shares in the Bundelcund
Banking Company, and about her not being a woman of business, and
fancying we had spent her money. "And I have always felt a wish that
Clivy should pay her, and he will pay her, I know he will," says the
Colonel; "and then we shall lead a quiet life, Arthur; for, between
ourselves, some women are the deuce when they are angry, sir.
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